Memory Lane

Adam and I spent 10 years living in the Piper Park neighborhood, and didn't really take advantage of that park until Mason was born. He was right at home from the very first time we took him over to the playground when he was about six months old.

As the years went by, Mason kept on loving the park. I was always amazed that he'd walk up to any group of kids and play like he'd known them forever. These pictures of Mason are from ages 6 months, 14 months, 4 1/2 and 7 1/2.

Mya took to the park just as quickly, trying to do everything Mason did as soon as she was walking. When she was little she wasn't as sure-footed as Mason so I usually hovered around her and let Mason run around. Yet she is a determined little girl, and as she got older she figured out her own way to tag-a-long with Mason. Mya is 1, 2, 4, and 5 in these pictures.

 
Since we moved two years ago, we've only been back to the park a few times. I get a little emotional every time we do - driving by the house we brought our babies home to and remembering all the good times we had there. Every time we go it's like a trip down memory lane.

Watching them play today, I was struck by just how much they'd grown since we'd been there last year. Mya is pumping on the swings all by herself. Mason has finally figured out the monkey bars. Yet in spite of how much they've grown, some things never change. After playing together for a little while, Mason ventured off to make some new friends.
 

 

(Clockwise from top left: Mason 3 1/2, Mya 1 (with cousin Lily!); Mason 4 1/2, Mya 2; Mason 7 1/2, Mya 5; Mason 6 1/2, Mya 4)